Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Japan,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.